Addressing You

If I write a poem or two
For addressing you,
What does it mean that I bothered?

Younger or older,
Which one is bolder?
Everything seems altered.

One, two, or three.
Can’t seem to agree,
Yet work together to manipulate.

Home and school.
Just more rules.
You firmly stipulate.

Then or now
Doesn’t matter anyhow.
Life just took its turn.

Time to fly
And say Goodbye.
There’s really no need to mourn.

2.27.19 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire